(something)

not here,

found,

roaming in the

hallway.

found a fountain,

communicated to traffic signals,

sheets pulled up,

over himself.

in your eyes,

i found everything i’ve wanted to be

and much more

beyond your physical beauty.

hearing your voice,

i can’t stand no longer

in this world we call earth

falling apart without a dove.

i belly up at the end of the day,

figuring you’ll love me,

in silence

or heavy noise

travelled deep,

found those returned to me,

emptiness after the course

i’ll reach for you forever

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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